This tongue is not a mirror, it is full
of Frost, the great world-ender.
Let warmth melt sharp points kinder.
Updated 09-26-2011 at 09:01 PM by Silas Thorne
I love the tautness of this, though I did wish, in the end, for a bit more of the speaker's experience of this.
Always enjoy the word-play of your work -- the dueling imagery of warmth and Frost. . . the textures (point and melt). . . .